[Intro] [soft wind, vinyl crackle, single lute harmonic] [Verse 1] Ash in the grass where the statues lean Moon on a blade that remembers green Footsteps counting the cracks in stone I read the dust like a prayer half known Crows at the gate trade secrets for bread Ruins keep watch with their eyeless heads Gold in the mud like a rumor of dawn I hum to the road and the road hums on [Pre-Chorus] Lay the map on my knees, all edges torn Follow stains where the rivers were born [Chorus] Sing low, sing slow, let the night take shape I am drawing a circle the stars cannot break If the thrones are empty and the crowns are glass I will light a small fire and wait till it asks [Verse 2] Bridges of bone over wells of sleep Echoes of bells where the waters weep Giants of bark whisper smoke to the sky Shadows like sails when the wolves pass by Lanterns of moths make a trembling choir Pages of weather turn ash into fire Names that were names drift away like snow I carry no banner but onward I go [Bridge] (whisper) Salt on the wind, taste of iron and rain (whisper) Stones learn my voice, give it back again Hollow of the hand, pocket full of seeds I plant them in silence where the long path leads [Chorus] Sing low, sing slow, let the night take shape I am drawing a circle the stars cannot break If the thrones are empty and the crowns are glass I will light a small fire and wait till it asks [Outro] [lute tremolo fades, celesta ticks like embers] The road writes my name in a language of grass
